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Upon the herbes in the grene mede,
And that the floures, of many dyvers hewe,
Upon hir stalkes gonne for to sprede
And for to splaye[n] out hir leves on-brede
Agayn the sonne, gold-burned in his spere,
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That doun to hem caste his bemes clere.
And by a river forth I gan costey
Of water clere as berel or cristal